Stored Up Treasures For ?
Nothing here remains but the sand
Creeps in with plans for future dunes
"Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m going to take
Real good care of you."
(Yes, I remember, and trust me, it's important that I do.)
Someone's been there obviously,
Long foregone in search of belongings,
Though taken full account and decided:
Let that old man who lost his only son
Off the hook. Look at those treasures, for won;
If sand were dollars…you'd be a richer man.
I stood as the pillars there, and wonder why
Less and less as more sand creeps in.
As I said, nothing there remains, not even salt,
Just sand.
Just sand.
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